Page 42 of Teasing

“La mia luce solare...” I murmur, quietly, and her eyes narrow as her lips part.

“What does that mean?”

What the fuck am I doing?

“Why were you upset yesterday, Em?” I force my hands to stay put when I just want to reach for her, especially when the shadow passes in her eyes.

She’s not always happy.

She closes her eyes, and I watch the rise and fall of her chest. Her breasts pressed high and tight against the scoop of her white-ribbed tank. “Why do you want to know?”

“Because I want to know you.” The answer comes so easily, it shocks me.

Her long black lashes flutter as she locks her beautiful green eyes on mine. They’re glowing in the candlelight as a tired expression suddenly takes hold. “No, you don’t. You don’t even like me, Maverick.”

I almost laugh.

I’m an asshole.

“Fuck, it would be a lot easier if I didn’t.” I lift my hands slowly, reaching for her face. Giving her time to pull away if she wants to.

But she doesn’t.

Emmie’s eyes grow wide, and the pulse thrumming at the base of her throat picks up speed once my hands touch her soft skin.

With her face cradled in my rough palms, I drag in a ragged breath. “So much fucking easier.”

My thumb caresses her jaw, and she melts into my hand.

Thank Christ.

“Mav...” My name on her lips is almost pained as her forehead drops to mine. “My life isn’t easy.”

“I never needed easy. The only thing I need is honesty, Em. My life is complicated as hell.”

“This will only complicate it more,” she whispers as her hot breath feathers against my skin a split second before she wraps her arms around my neck and climbs into my lap, and fuck, nothing has ever felt more right than this woman’s weight on me. “I’m not sure I can give you what you want.”

“Baby, I’m not even sure what I want beyond wanting you. You’ve consumed me since the day you watched me move in,” I admit, walking a fine line of not pushing her and laying it all out for her.

Emmie pulls back and drags her hands up to my neck and buries her fingers in my hair. “You saw that, huh?”

“Yeah,” I breathe out as the golden flecks in her green eyes seem to darken and melt right in front of me. Fuck, what will they look like when she comes? “That was the first night I jerked off to the image of you burned into my brain.”

If I was worried about scaring her, I just found out she doesn’t scare so easily.

Emmie rocks her perfect, heart-shaped ass against my hard dick and smiles a wicked smile before her lips skim mine. “Oh yeah?” she teases before pulling back, and the shift of her weight puts that ass right where I want it. “What was I doing in that picture?”

“Which time?” I ask as I slide a hand up her bare thigh and under her cotton shorts.

“There’s been more than one time?” She sighs as I squeeze, needing to get closer.

To take more than I should.

I drag my nose up her neck, inhaling her sweet scent, trying to convince myself to slow down, but fuck if I want to. “I swear to God, I’ll never be able to eat another cherry again and not think of you. You’ve ruined me.”

She rocks against my cock again and smiles. “I’m okay with that.”

EMMIE

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